So I thought that thinking of her making love to another man and me making love to another lady does turn us on a lot and we were having a wonderful l...vemaking those days. Later I thought that if my wife likes it I guess there is no harm in talking and I also started talking about me making love with another lady. By way, she also confessed that she had had two real life lesbian encounters with two different girls (of course, both happened after our marriage). I was at first shocked and felt. Rich was driving me crazy. He kept dancing and twirling around to makehis dress flare out. I was upset enough over seeing myself in a dressand stockings, the last thing I wanted to see were the slip andpanties I was wearing underneath!Mom finally finished dressing and called us to come downstairs tofinish getting ready. Rich ran down the steps only to have mom tellhim to go back up and act like a young lady. I wasn't in any hurry toget there and besides, I wasn't taking any chances wearing. Even though Callie was a great friend Leanna was still miserable. Sometimes she just wanted to cry when she saw couples together holding hands or kissing, wondering why she couldn’t have anyone like that. All she wanted was to be loved for who she was. She had given up that dream after college when she still had no dates, burying herself in her work with the horses, desperately keeping the loneliness at bay, though not very successfully. Many nights she had gone home and locked herself in her. ” The other said with a grin “I’m Julie.” I grunted as I wrestled with a seat belt that was obviously broken and a danger to the public.“Do you want me to do that for you?” Woody asked and leaned forward ‘accidentally’ brushing his mop of dyed black hair then the back of his hand against my boob. Click-click and the belt was in position. I took a gulp of stale air, gave him the thumbs up signal and tried to focus my eyes. Woody was nearly 6 feet tall but quite chubby with his belly hanging.